Mein Liebling

Untitled Part 25

Pulling him deeper into the kiss, you feel him lean over you, his wet cheeks drying as his heartrate picks up. He shifts his weight, your hands dragging up through the back of his hair as your legs happily wrap around his waist, allowing him to settle there. One of his arms hold his weight slightly, the other cups your face, his lips moving with yours.

Rocking gently, he grinds his body against yours, earning a soft moan from you and making his heart skip before returning to its rapid pounding in his chest. His breathing grows heavy, mirroring your own as he grinds again, trailing his tongue along yours as you moan louder into his mouth.

His hand slides down from your cheek, slowly feeling along your body until it reaches the edge of your shirt and begins to shift back up. The warmth of his hand along the bare skin of your torso coupled with the needy hunger his lips convey builds the heat in your stomach until you feel like you're going crazy.

He's gentler than usual, and as you shift, tugging off your own shirt with his assistance, you notice the slight water still lingering along the brim of his eyes.

Before he can completely resettle on top of you, you cup his face in your hands, stroking along his jaw with your thumbs to force him to meet your eyes. "What's wrong?"

With a brief exhale, he leans his weight on you again, brushing the hair from your face. "I never zhought I vould hold you in my arms again..."

You pull him back in for another deep kiss before the tears can well up in his eyes any further, feeling his breathing pick up again as he shifts to tug at your shorts.

Briefly parting to finish undressing each other, you place your hands on his chest, attempting to roll his back against the bed to straddle him, but he grabs your wrists and positions them above your head, holding them there with one hand as the other trails down along your torso. You moan softly, but he cuts it short by pressing his lips to yours, his hand continuing down along your thigh, hitching your legs back up around his waist and grinding his body teasingly against yours.

Moaning into his mouth, you feel yourself unintentionally arching your back, pressing further against him, your legs tightening around him, begging for friction.

He grins into the kiss, seeming satisfied with his effect on you, and pulls away just slightly, watching you squirm beneath him.

His hand shifts along your stomach as he presses another kiss to your lips, nipping lightly before you feel his hand move between your legs to steady himself.

You whimper in anticipation, eliciting a low groan from him as he rolls his hips forward, his hand gripping at your hip again as he slowly enters you.

His head lulls forward, resting his forehead against yours as he steadily rocks his hips, allowing you time to adjust before he's fully inside.

The heat is already building in your stomach, both of your chest's heaving as he pauses, his eyes searching yours.

Before you can say anything, he starts moving again. Moans spill from your lips as your back arches again, your head pressing back into the pillow beneath you, your hands still pinned above you.

Pressing another kiss to your lips, he releases your wrists, shifting his weight to lean more fully on top of you and thrusts harder, keeping a slow but steady pace.

Lips parting from his in a spill of loud moans, your hands tangle in his hair, his face still barely an inch from yours, watching as your eyes screw shut. His breathing goes shallow and his hips all but slam into you, his head drooping slightly, a deep groan sounding within his chest.

You pull him in for a deep kiss, your lips moving messily against his, trailing your tongue and hungrily tightening your legs around his waist as your lips move faster, encouraging him, begging without saying the words, hoping to convey what you need.